Not Just Friends (Hot in the City #3) - T. Gephart Page 0,36

pink lips spread into a smile.

Fuck, she was sexy.

She’d always been beautiful, even at sixteen when my dick had no business taking an interest. But somehow she’d gotten even hotter.

So goddamn gorgeous it was slowly driving me insane.

I couldn’t even be angry, knowing that being sexy for Presley was like breathing—she couldn’t help it. “Yeah, I’d like that.” I reached over and brushed a brown curl off her shoulder. “Text me when you’re ready and I’ll come pick you up.”

She leaned forward, her hand still on my chest as her lips brushed mine. “Kissing you is probably a bad idea.”

“The worst,” I groaned, not stopping her as she pressed a little harder.

It was going to take practice, needing to find our new normal being around each other. I couldn’t forget I knew what she tasted like, how she felt when I was inside of her. And if I was going to attempt—who the fuck knew if I’d succeed—to keep things platonic, we were going to have to work it out as we went along.

And I wasn’t sure what I’d miss more. Kissing her or hearing her say my name when I made her come hard.

“Okay, I’ll call you.” She pulled away, the irritated look from the last few days gone, and in its place, a smile.

It really made me feel good knowing I had a hand in putting it there. “Good, be safe, and call me if you need anything.”

She laughed, sliding out of her seat and holding the door open. “I might get used to this. I like having you as my driver. Play your cards right, Leighton, this could be a side hustle. And you know I’d pay you really well.”

I shook my head, raising a brow. “You couldn’t afford me. Especially not since you dissed my car. You should go inside before you make it any worse.”

The door closing muffled her giggle as she strolled to the staff entrance of the club, the hip sway from earlier in the morning making a reappearance.

I was definitely going to have to jerk off.

And unlike earlier, I wasn’t going to pretend I wasn’t thinking about her.

Presley

JARED LEIGHTON HAD two different sides.

Leighton was the fun, loveable, dependable guy I’d known forever who happened to be my brother’s best friend. While Jared was the good-looking guy with an insane body that made me so hot I could barely stand it.

And I liked them both.

I’d had dinner with Leighton.

He was funny and sweet, picking me up at Diablo and taking me to a small bistro not far from where I lived. It wasn’t awkward, the weirdness I was worried about never showing up as we ate pasta and laughed like it was just another Monday night. And when we were done, he took me back home so I could get ready for work at the club.

Leighton sat on the couch, flicking through the sports channels while I was in the bathroom. And as much as I’d said that I didn’t need anyone around “watching” me like a five-year-old, knowing he was in the other room made me feel calmer.

It was just nice.

Not having to be hyper alert, able to let down my guard for a while as I slipped into my dress and put on my makeup like it was just a regular day before the break in.

Had to admit, it hadn’t been a totally terrible idea.

My good mood was still riding high when I walked out of the bathroom. I was wearing one of my favorite things in the world, a strapless gold embroidered Monique Lhuillier that had cost me almost two months’ rent. It had been a present to myself when I got my first bonus check, the short, sexy cocktail dress making me feel like a million dollars.

“Fuuuuck, that dress. You look amazing.”

Leighton was gone, Jared having taken his place.

He smoldered, his icy blue eyes raking over me with an undeniable hunger as his tongue darted across his lips. He was hot, the same fitted black Tee and dark blue jeans he’d been wearing suddenly looking different as he stalked closer with purpose.

His hands moved up and down my arms gently, a wave of goosebumps following in their wake as my pulse quickened. “You trying to make me insane, Presley? Because you in that dress would pretty much do it.”

“That wasn’t the plan, I just like the dress,” I answered honestly, the look in his eyes, lethal. “But if this is too much for you, I can just get a